If waves could drown in alcohol.
Id ride each wave around the bend. not seeking a service in which i do not depend.
making a fool out of a mule
that is All i am.
and mothers do die.
so stand on two feet we must.
laying down no longer an option.
laying wrecked in the dust.
thats what life has been.
but we cannot forever lay dormant.
the cement has yet too hold me
I'm still to grow I'm not yet old.I'm young enough too run
I'm young enough too run!.
